The weather of the morning light sets a dreary and sorrowful rainy backdrop to the scene before the quiet Bree-Land house. Reidun leads her horse up the steps of the moderate abode carefully, not trusting herself to carry him all the way up. "I wish Kael were here..." she mutters to herself as she tries to offload him onto the top of the stairs.
Stitches is unconscious but surprisingly light and easy for her to carry without his cloak, weaponry or other pieces of attire. She lifts him off the horse without any response from him, and uses her free hand once she's gotten him off to open the door. She tucks her arms under his shoulders carefully to lift him and drags him through the door. As soon as she's gotten him out of the rain and into the warm and dry residence, she does her best to get him onto the reclining chair in the corner of the room. His limp body flops onto the reclining chair, his shoulder with the arrow through it facing her and the rest of the room while the other arm limply lays on top of him. Nothing this, Reidun studies him for a moment. "This will take some explaining..." she shakes her head and sees what medical equipment she can sniff out. Before too long she searches through the house until she comes across a cabinet with a few sparse supplies and herbs, which she retrieves and brings back to the wounded man on the chair. She kneels next to the chair and cuts away his shirt carefully.
----As Stitches lay, being treated, his mind had wandered off on him into a door that lead to a part of his mind that had been shut on him when he came to Bree. Voices he both recognizes, and yet cannot recall, and a distant golden light. With time the image of two flickering lanterns attacked to arms come into his view, but the rest is not but darkness. The lanterns shift and sway as though wind is present, but he cannot hear it, one light belonging to him, and one belonging to an arm extending out of the darkness before him. A voice cries out to him, "...you have to come back! You can't search all of this world for-... forever!" The echoing words seem to cut off at of course the most crucial parts of his fever dream and he stirs, mumbling in his unconscious state, "What..."
The voice pleads with him, a young man by the sounds of it, begging him, "Please...come home-...your family misses you, you've left so much behind! Doesn't that mean anything-..."
Stitches stirs and tries to question, but it's too late, the darkness envelops both of the warm and flickering lights, and within a moment, he wakes.----
Stitches's eyes flicker open and his soft, peaceful voice calls out tiredly, "Where..."
Reidun had been about to snap off the end of the arrow, when he woke up. "Oh.This...is where I live."
Stitches lets out a few labored breathes in response as he looks around, "Y...W...Bree...?" He asks, grunting once more in pain, the adrenaline form the panic had worn off and everything seemed to hurt that much more now.
Reidun nods. "Yes, in Bree. Stay still, alright?"
Stitches gazes around, scanning the home for any trace of anything he might recognize, or perhaps someone. Where was the lantern light? What was that? Where's his friend? He begins grunting and shifts a bit, "Dru..."
Reidun shoots him the 'Mom' look, "Stay still or you will never find her. Let's get this stick out of you." She says as though she is going to give him time to prepare, then suddenly she snaps it off quickly.
Stitches lets out an agonized gasp, the vibration from her breaking the larger half of the arrow out surging a brief pain through his shoulder, and he observes the hole in his shoulder as Reidun moves to the other side to pull the smaller bit and the tip of the arrow out through the other side of his shoulder. Stitches looks down and does his best to stay still and quiet as the woman works on his wound, wondering what he was dreaming about, and who it was that was speaking to him. His brain thrashes about in his head as his thoughts speak;
'What family? What was he talking about? I don't have a family, do I? Who was I...what did he mean when he said I can't search all of this world for...for what? For...who? Was that my future? Do I...?" His mind pauses with him as he looks up to observe the fireplace at the other end fo the room determinedly, 'I have to search. I have to make it right, what I've done. I have to find her and bring safety to her, as I once couldn't.'
Once he had made up his mind, there was no changing it, as he knew the woman who had rescued him from the river might do. Patiently he awaits as she finishes with his shoulder, bandaging it with some healing herbs, adn she does so much as to give the cut on his arm the same treatment. She had told him that the wounds on his face were small enough not to worry, and that the best he can do is get some rest to give time for healing. As soon as she had left him to sleep, he got himself up and left, leaving nothing, but planning on returning with compensation. As he reached the outside world, the rain began to patter on his face, as he looked skyward with a frown. He stepped down the steps of the house with a wince and whispered to the quiet morning air, "It's time that I...I need to be strong enough to keep that promise."
With this he heads down the road, knowing only one place to start looking, Bree.
